eetsy eetsy, tiny feetsy
in the attic dark and creepy
who could be there? Looking at me
Is it Procyon Lotor?

He comes watching every winter
will he really dare to enter?
Enter at my chamber door
Seeking mischief as before?

Comes the creature wild of feature
Fuzzy furry in a hurry
looking for me wanting near me
Only this and nothing more

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Will they hate me and berate me
loving Rhyme the way I do?

Poetaster they will call me
Death, disaster pray befall me

I will be the way I will be
always 'till the end of time so
You can hate me all you want to
You have your way, I'll have mine


Poetry by definition

A highly developed form and
use
of heightened language and rythm
to express an imaginative
interpretation
of the subject

Said the devil to God as he knocked on God's door,
'I think that it's time to even the score'.
Said God to the devil 'Do you think this is wise'.
But the devil just smiled, with mischief in his eyes.

He said 'God Almighty are you scared of defeat'.
God said 'No, but you will only look foolish amongst my elite'.
'So go ahead devil do the worst you can do'.
'But none of my people will turn unto you'.

So great storms and winds and lightening to fright,
the devil cast down upon this blackened night.
'I'll destroy you'r creation', said the devil with mirth,
'and i will own every soul that you have on this earth'.

With Fire and Brimstone the devil did play
as all of God's people knelt down to pray.
Said God to the devil, 'You create wars and starvation,'
'I am the truth and this Worlds salvation.'

Then with no more words God stretched out his hands.
Suddenly peace and serenity filled all the lands.
Gods Angels all stood in an arch of great light
all the people whom prayed saw this Heavenly sight.

The devil just stood their, amazed and in awe
not even he could deny the beauty he saw.
The devil just laughed and bid God his farewell
and once again trod down the steps into hell.

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Smoothe
Lost a beloved Friend the other day, Sharp!